Charles Aznavour
A Young Girl
She left her neighborhood in which
Everyone was filthy rich
She left her parents' home and strayed
With a vagabond who made
Vows of love she’d never heard
And she believed his every word
She left no forwarding address
Just took her youth and happiness
As with the boy she vanished in
The secret sweetness of their sin
A young girl
A young girl of sixteen
Child of springtime, still green
Lying here by the road
He told her love demanded space
So they roamed from place to place
Although she realized she'd sin
She threw caution to the wind
As she followed him around
While he slowly dragged her down
So overpowering was her love
That it had made a captive of
The young girl's heart and soul and mind
In other words love drove her blind
A young girl
A young girl of sixteen
Child of springtime, still green
Lying here by the road
Too much emotion for a girl
She let her heart become her world
But was that God has never wrought
For asunder we are taught
Had she been wiser she’d have known
She couldn't feed him love alone
She should have known the day would come
When he would quit her just for crumbs
He wanted fresh new meat to carve
Left her heart and mind to starve
A young girl
A young girl of sixteen
Child of springtime, still green
Lying here by the road
Dead